Yesterday there was no heat in my apartment and I had to sleep in wool tights. I walked to Walgreens today in order to buy a space heater, tripped and fell in the middle of the road, strained my shoulder in so doing, and got sent home from work cause I can’t lift heavy things. Now I am at my computer, sometimes working and sometimes procrastinating.
On the bright side, there is finally heat in my apartment.
At your age, I wouldn’t be so quick to remind God you’re still alive.
— My punk rock bubbie, on my zadie’s zealous praying.
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The Breeders - I Just Wanna Get Along
In an alternate universe in which I am an adolescent in the ’90s, I dance to this song at parties.
(via fuckyeahfashionn)
I like this because it looks like a group of sexy superheroes that fight crime at Yeah Yeah Yeahs shows.
I’ve been offline cause of school and work.
My college major
is Spanish. No more Creative Writing for the Media Program, which I could only do if I majored in Film. It’s narrative that I love, not film specifically.
One of the professors is going to let me do an independent study version of her class. I’ll miss being around other people who also aspire to make careers out of the fickle field that is screenwriting.
In my head I’m going to graduate and then take a few years off from school, work with a publisher or an agent to find out how a manuscript/screenplay becomes a book/film, and then go back to school for more Spanish and a possible teaching career. I’ll be writing creatively all the while. At some point, maybe my creative writing will become my career. But whether anyone knows or cares, I will always be writing. I could give up writing no more easily than I could unzip my skin.
As for how all this will work out in three-dimensional, real life? You’ll find out when I do…
This is who I was in high school
I blogged this on June 6th 2004, less than a month into being 16. I was listening to R.E.M.’s “Document” on the hand-me-down record player I kept in my room:
“People say shit about me being individual. But could anyone really tell me what the difference was between a conversation with me, and a conversation with some other, similar girl?
And as for the flaws, I don’t know what irritates people. People get pissed if you’re too happy, too sad, too insecure. Perpetually perky people are like annoying, constantly buzzing flies; depressed people never have fun; insecure people smother you with their need for validation (my bad).
So what makes anyone want to talk to me? I mean, what person, in what situation, could meet me, and then decide that (s)he would want to see me again? Voluntarily?”
There’s some John Hughes quotation about how in high school, you’re about as serious as you’ll ever be in your life. I was in my head all the time, unsure how to determine what mattered, feeling terribly uncertain about how to fill the time between waking up and going to sleep.
Where is all the magic hot boy potion that I can mist on every male I see?
— Me, to Matthew. Seriously, does anybody know?
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“Maybe tonight, I’ve got a question for you.”
I finally have internet in my new place!
My cousin Caryn just got married on Sunday. I’ve been thinking about weddings ever since. As for this song, it’s definitely very sentimental, but I can’t imagine being cynical enough to dislike it.
I’m beginning to find that in spite of my sarcastic sense of humor and generally straightforward behavior, I’m quite sentimental. It’s a side of my personality I didn’t really expect to discover.
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